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| I waken to the promise of the day; with hope and joy I welcome each new morn. Without regrets I press on, come what may. In thankfulness for lessons I have learned though in the learning process, pain was borne, I waken for the promise of this day! As I look back upon my twisted way I see my stumbling path with failures worn and try again to press on, come what may. So many friends have pointed out the way; without such folks I'd truly forlorn; I waken to the promise of each day. Some concepts, dearly held, became passe'; displaced by new ideas, no need to mourn. I've no regrets; I press on, come what may. Now, heav'n-sent angels guide my work and play. I've faith that my ventures they'll bless and adorn. I wake with trust that joy will crown my day; with no regrets, I press on, come what may! |
Also see Jane's Poem in last issues. Spring Summer